Three months later
Lansdale Field
As the clock ran out, signaling the end of the first half of the home game against the Patriots, the Warriors leading 27-17, Carson jogged to the center of the field for an interview with Patrick Schwartz, an accomplished sportscaster with ESPN.
The crowd clapped, and Carson shook Patrick’s hand, holding his helmet in his other hand.
“You had a great season last year, Carson. But there’s something special about the Warriors this year. I heard somewhere your new wife, Sadie, has something to do with that.”
Carson grinned. “Yeah—it took seven years to convince her to marry me, Patrick. And anyone who knows her agrees it was worth the wait. She’s amazing, and a great advocate for our team. We’re expecting our first child in a few months.”
“I’m sure I speak for all the Warriors fans out there, Carson. Congratulations. Let’s move to the reason for the halftime interview. A month ago, you and Sadie revealed a special program to get teenagers off the streets in Alabama.”
“Hope House,” Carson said. “A fully operational farm in southern Alabama. The property used to belong to my great-grandparents. And we wanted to find a way to honor the legacy of my mother’s family. Together, my wife, Sadie, and my mother, Betty Savage, decided we should dedicate the farm to kids from Big Brothers Big Sisters—give them a safe haven while teaching them real-life skills. Regardless of the challenges they face, Hope House offers an environment of healing.”
“It’s an amazing story, Carson, and has caught international attention.”
“Thanks, Patrick. We’re proud of the thirteen kids already participating.”
“Let’s bring out your family, staff, and the kids. And two of your teammates, Tyrone Baxley and Donovan Quick, who have spearheaded fundraising for the farm.”
The crowd clapped as Sadie, his mother, sisters, and the rest of his crew arrived on the field. Carson stared at Sadie, loving the tiny baby bump showing through her dress. Everything he loved was right there, and it made him ever thankful for the blessings in his life. He kissed Sadie and his mother, then smiled at his sisters.
“That’s quite the crew, Carson,” Patrick said.
“Couldn’t do it without them.”
“Sadie, do you have anything to add about the farm?” Patrick offered her the mic.
“Thanks, Patrick. We’re having a barbecue at the farm in December, and everyone is invited. Please spread the word—our kids need you.”
“Thanks, Sadie. I’m sure everyone in the stands will be there. Better not run out of lemonade.”
Sadie smiled and stepped back.
“Now for the big surprise,” Patrick said. “On behalf of ESPN and the Warriors, we’re happy to present you with a check for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
Carson didn’t know what to say. He motioned for Jasmine Komisar, a savvy recent graduate from Vermont he had hired to run the business side of the farm, to join him. Ty and Donovan stepped forward with a huge check made out to Hope House.
“For the kids,” Ty said, staring into the camera and winking.
“Jack Menzies is proud of you, Carson,” Patrick offered, “and wishes he could be here tonight.”
Carson shifted on his feet, that boyish sheepishness returning for a moment. “Thanks, Jack,” he said into the mic, then blew the owner of the Warriors a kiss. “Love you. Get well for all of us.”
Jack had suffered a minor heart attack two weeks ago and was convalescing at home. But he’d made it clear how pleased he was with Sadie and had offered her a long-term contract with the Warriors and a recommendation for the NFL contract. Donovan and Ty offered Carson and Jasmine the check. “Thank you,” she said to Patrick. “This money will help so many at-risk kids.”
“A round of applause for Carson Savage and his family,” Patrick encouraged the full stadium.
The crowd roared with support, giving them a standing ovation as they exited the field.
“I’m speechless,” Sadie said, holding Carson’s hand.
“You did this,” he said. “Everything you touch turns to gold, Sadie. I love you.” He kissed her on the lips tenderly, then looked at Ty and Solomon. “Thank you.”
“Save your praise for the Super Bowl, baby, after I make the winning touchdown.” Ty said.
“You’re welcome,” Donovan replied.
“Gotta go, sweetheart,” Carson gave Sadie a last kiss. “See you after the game?”
“Both of us,” she said, cupping her belly. “Don’t forget, Leonard and I are looking at some office space tonight. We want to get the firm up and running by the end of the month now that we officially have the Warrior contract and possibly one for the NFL.”
“You’re amazing, Sadie. Never forget it.” And if she did, Carson would keep reminding her.